It was this gentle bump that made the heavy mace pause when the heavy mould was about to rise!

It was this moment!

The Jin soldier was still lifting the mace hard, while the black-clothed swordsman crouching in front of him had a short knife in his hand, and the sword light flashed one after another!

A spark instantly exploded from the armor on the chest of the Jin soldier. Pieces of armor strips were cut and picked, and the broken armor leaves splashed to all sides.

At this time, the Jin soldier suddenly burst out with a tragic roar!

The sword light was still flashing continuously without stopping, and countless blood beads have begun to splash in the sharp sword light!

There were countless times in a row between the chest and abdomen of the Jin soldier. His majestic body retreated backwards, and the heavy mace dragged on the bluestone ground, making a rumbling sound.

Until his body fell to the ground, the heavy mace still couldn't be lifted!

"Pu!" With a sound of "Puuu", the swordsman in black sat on the ground, gasping for breath.

...

"Good marksmanship!" I saw that the silent swordsman actually spoke at this moment.

"Your gun technique with one hand holding a gun at the end just now seems to be Grandpa Yue's "defeated gun". Are your surnames Yue?"

"My surname is Yang... Yang Zaixing's Yang!"

Yang Qingyue smiled, feeling his hand holding the gun trembling. So he quickly put the gun on the ground to avoid showing his ugly appearance.

"No wonder!"

The swordsman immediately looked like he "understanding". It was obvious that this "defeated gun" was taught by Yue Fei to Yang Zaixing and then passed down through the Yang family's shooting skills.

Since that's the case, there is no need to ask more questions. This Yang Qingyue is undoubtedly the authentic successor of the Yang Family Gun.

"I'm going to call Wang Yunfeng."

At this time, the swordsman said, "Northwest swordsman."

Sure enough, after hearing what he said, Yang Qingyue did have a northwest accent as he listened to him.

"Northwest? What are you doing here?"

"Kill the golden dog..." Wang Yunfeng said, frowned and looked at the knife in his hand. Now several mottled gaps have been added to the blade.

"Then... together?" Yang Qingyue said, rolling and crawling up.

He found a dagger on the left forearm of a Jin army, and then wrapped it around his gun with a cloth strap.

"Together!" Wang Yunfeng nodded.

Then, the swordsman turned over the dead "mad" body.

"A coward, but a centurion! No wonder!"

Wang Yunfeng looked at the waist card on the Jin soldier. While muttering, he cut a large piece of meat from the centurion's thigh, and then threw it on the bonfire in blood.

After Yang Qingyue looked at him, his face changed a little. Then he suppressed his disgust and asked, "The meat you gave me just now..."

"It's the meat on these golden dogs... what's wrong?" Wang Yunfeng turned his head and looked at Yang Qingyue again.

Unexpectedly, his eyes caught the anger in Yang Qingyue’s heart!

When she thought that she could not be embarrassed in front of this new companion, Yang Qingyue immediately stubbornly and said, "What's wrong? It's not enough to eat! I'll give you a big piece of cake for my brother!"

"What a man, there are no cowards in the Yang family!" Wang Yunfeng, the northwest swordsman opposite, immediately praised him sincerely when he heard this.

So from this day on, the duo of sniping Jin soldiers began their elusive action near Chuzhou...

...

The world head,

This place, 50 miles away from Gaoyou, was convenient for water and land transportation and a city, so it was used by the Jin soldiers as a transit center for food and grass. In ancient times, this place was called "Green Terminal". They were only a few dozen miles away from the Jin army under Gaoyou City, and just over 10,000 crutches were right in front of them, chasing Shen Mo fiercely. So at this moment, the defenders in the Jieshou did not have to worry about the defense here at all, they were all You

Very idle.

They even continued to send troops to expand their search range around them, dig out villages and towns with hidden terrain, and send people to kill and loot.

Just now, a team they sent out found a village called Qingping Village. Soon, the men, women, young and old in the village were driven to the empty field at the entrance of the village by them.

So, these Jin soldiers began various games of their tyrannical killing and tyrannical killing.

The crying woman was pulled out, tied up and threw it away immediately.

There were several Jin soldiers in Bisse's lasso skills. They threw out ropes and put them around the necks of the villagers. Then they laughed and dragged the person in the trap to death.

Some people began to snatch the little baby from their parents, and then threw the little body into the sky to see whose mace could accurately hit the baby's head.

The Song people who were so scared that their faces were so pale were killed and teased by them one by one. Looking at the village of more than a hundred people, less than half of them were left after a while.

Around this, there were crying and sorrow.

Here, the Jin Bing Duhu and Shulu are both members.

Their surnames, at first glance, were black surnames. They were completely different from those of the nobles. The surnames of black and white in the Jin Dynasty were clearly distinguished. Except for the emperor's favor, the two surnames were not even allowed to intermarry.

There is no need to mention the surname Wanyan of the royal family. The other white surnames such as Heshilie and Pu Sulie are also disdainful of them, the underclassmen with black names.

But even so, the black numbers are much better than the Han people.

At this moment, Duhu looked at these murdered Han people and felt turbulent.

There are so many of these Han people!

They can build tall houses and make all kinds of exquisite objects. Their lives are exquisite and elegant, even to the point of being jealous.

But at the same time, they are so cowardly and weak!

Duhu even heard from his companions that in the Song Dynasty, three or five Jin soldiers could defeat hundreds or thousands of Han people and flee in panic.

Even among their Jin army, there was a joke. Once, a more than 100 Song army surrendered to a Jin soldier.
Chapter completed!